Coda by TheNeXTGUI Lyrics

[Verse]
Passed over, always sought the next guy
Roll over, accept your wrecked fate
Can't you see the subtext, oh my
North, South, East, West music I made
Time to collect dough, pie
The musical treadmill we ain't made bread, still
Made a million magnificent masterpieces
Masterfully getting fleece'd
Actually got no release
Passionately making a new release
Pass me that fleece
Oh you won't you fucking geese?
Never a friend to me a Don Juan
On the mari'uan'
Apalled like Jean Paul
Skull in the Flag Pole
Back in Elementary School
I'm not in my element I'm not cool
Go back to the primordial pool
Since you wanted to live before intelligence
My raps fly like Salamence
This our dance
You ain't never had a chance
That's enough raps
Goodbye
[Instrumental outro]